The Masquerade
The Morning After
Sam, woke slowly rubbing his eyes, he went to roll out of bed from the opposite side but was stopped by a body, Dean's body. Sam gasped, he didn't remember last night, he had forgotten that Dean was even in the same bed. Then Sam smiled, somehow knowing that Dean, his brother whom he loved, was in the same bed, made him happy. He slowly positioned himself right within the curves of Deans body, allowing the muscular form to envelop him. He stared at the wall nearest him, allowing each of Dean's breaths to reach his neck. Slowly he became aroused, hard, wanting a release. He went to get up, but was stopped by the gripping hand of his brother.
Sam stopped, he couldn't move, Dean's hand griped tight around his wrist. He turned back to see his brother face, it was AWAKE. Dean had been awake when he was snuggling with him, Sam blushed. Dean just looked at him with those hazel eyes fixed on Sam, then drifted lower to, the part of Sam he wanted. Dean looked up, then down, then back up. This time a full blown smile crossing his face. Sam, stood still unsure as to how to handle this kind of attention. Dean spoke. “Sam, why don't you cut the shower jack off scene, and get back in bed with me?” Dean smirked as he spoke those words. Sam just nodded. He got back in bed, nestling in to the far left side, away from Dean. He pulled the blanket over him, and mumbled. “I am fine Dean, I don't have to any more.” Silence filled the room for a moment, before either of them spoke, Dean was the first. “Well, I am glad your fine, because I'm not.” Dean scoffed, He grabbed Sam's hand and brought it to his now enlarged crotch, and like lightning, Sam became hard again, and the same yearning and savage wanting of Dean pursued once more. Sam turned toward Dean, his eyes fixed, his hand still in place his index finger, tracing small circles around the tip, teasing Dean. Dean moaned, and threw his head back. Sam smirked, he loved doing this, knowing he was the one that made him moan, knowing that he could finally have his brother how he wanted. Dean, hands found Sam's boxer strap, he dipped his hand inside, twirling his fingers around the tufts of hair, that have been freshly groomed. He smiled, as Sam began to moan, and then with out skipping a beat, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped. Sam mimicked his brother, keeping his pumps in unison with Dean's. He finally, stood, his hard member exposed, and knelt down to his brother, placing his lips at the tip of Dean's erection, asking a question, Dean moaned. That was a answer.
Dean moaned, as his cock became enveloped in Sam's mouth, the warm wetness, pleasing him more, and more, with each suck. Sam, toyed with Dean, placing his fingers around a nipple and teasing him. Dean then grabbed Sam, pulling him up, kissing him. Dean began timid, and gentle, but Sam, wanted more. He dipped his tongue in his mouth once again performing the dance. Dean moaned more, finally Dean spoke. “I want you too.” Sam, knew what he meant. Sam, pulled, Dean's boxers down all the way, Dean stood. Sam gazed at his brothers muscular form, mesmerized, by its beauty. Sam, lowered himself to Dean's opening, placing his index finger, at his hole, he paused, then probed, readying Dean for what was 'coming'. Dean moaned, he had experienced pain before, and he was finding pleasure in this, Sam finally added another finger, and once again probed, his brother. Finally Dean said, he was ready.
Sam placed the tip of his erection at the base of the hole, it was wet with precum, so it slid in gently, Dean moaned in blissful agony, his breath became rushed, excited, he wanted more. “Harder!” Dean stuttered. Sam complied. His thrusts, became fierce but he still held back, he didn't want to hurt Dean, yet he loved knowing the pain that was getting caused was by him. Dean felt Sam, inside him, the wanting, the needing of Sam inside of him, caused the impending orgasm to grow greater. Dean stuttered again. “ Sammy, I am about, to...” Dean was cut off, by the pain of his shoulder, Sam, had latched on, in order to keep his brother in the game. Sam's teeth then made there was up his neck, Sam began to suck on the lobe of Dean's ear. Finally Sam too, felt like he was about to cum, so he took Dean's cock in his hands, and pumped in unison with his thrust. Dean and Sam both moaned, as each grew closer to orgasm. Finally they both came, Dean shuddered due to the experience, Sam held him until the shuddering stopped. “Dean, You okay?” Sam asked, Dean nodded.
They got dressed, stealing gazes at each other, before Dean spoke. “ How was I?” He asked. He was worried he was bad, Sam laughed, before walking over and placing a kiss on Dean's forehead. “You were the best I ever had.” The both laughed, then Dean spoke again.
“Now who wants breakfast?”
Enjoy.
Sam stopped, he couldn't move, Dean's hand griped tight around his wrist. He turned back to see his brother face, it was AWAKE. Dean had been awake when he was snuggling with him, Sam blushed. Dean just looked at him with those hazel eyes fixed on Sam, then drifted lower to, the part of Sam he wanted. Dean looked up, then down, then back up. This time a full blown smile crossing his face. Sam, stood still unsure as to how to handle this kind of attention. Dean spoke. “Sam, why don't you cut the shower jack off scene, and get back in bed with me?” Dean smirked as he spoke those words. Sam just nodded. He got back in bed, nestling in to the far left side, away from Dean. He pulled the blanket over him, and mumbled. “I am fine Dean, I don't have to any more.” Silence filled the room for a moment, before either of them spoke, Dean was the first. “Well, I am glad your fine, because I'm not.” Dean scoffed, He grabbed Sam's hand and brought it to his now enlarged crotch, and like lightning, Sam became hard again, and the same yearning and savage wanting of Dean pursued once more. Sam turned toward Dean, his eyes fixed, his hand still in place his index finger, tracing small circles around the tip, teasing Dean. Dean moaned, and threw his head back. Sam smirked, he loved doing this, knowing he was the one that made him moan, knowing that he could finally have his brother how he wanted. Dean, hands found Sam's boxer strap, he dipped his hand inside, twirling his fingers around the tufts of hair, that have been freshly groomed. He smiled, as Sam began to moan, and then with out skipping a beat, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped. Sam mimicked his brother, keeping his pumps in unison with Dean's. He finally, stood, his hard member exposed, and knelt down to his brother, placing his lips at the tip of Dean's erection, asking a question, Dean moaned. That was a answer.
Dean moaned, as his cock became enveloped in Sam's mouth, the warm wetness, pleasing him more, and more, with each suck. Sam, toyed with Dean, placing his fingers around a nipple and teasing him. Dean then grabbed Sam, pulling him up, kissing him. Dean began timid, and gentle, but Sam, wanted more. He dipped his tongue in his mouth once again performing the dance. Dean moaned more, finally Dean spoke. “I want you too.” Sam, knew what he meant. Sam, pulled, Dean's boxers down all the way, Dean stood. Sam gazed at his brothers muscular form, mesmerized, by its beauty. Sam, lowered himself to Dean's opening, placing his index finger, at his hole, he paused, then probed, readying Dean for what was 'coming'. Dean moaned, he had experienced pain before, and he was finding pleasure in this, Sam finally added another finger, and once again probed, his brother. Finally Dean said, he was ready.
Sam placed the tip of his erection at the base of the hole, it was wet with precum, so it slid in gently, Dean moaned in blissful agony, his breath became rushed, excited, he wanted more. “Harder!” Dean stuttered. Sam complied. His thrusts, became fierce but he still held back, he didn't want to hurt Dean, yet he loved knowing the pain that was getting caused was by him. Dean felt Sam, inside him, the wanting, the needing of Sam inside of him, caused the impending orgasm to grow greater. Dean stuttered again. “ Sammy, I am about, to...” Dean was cut off, by the pain of his shoulder, Sam, had latched on, in order to keep his brother in the game. Sam's teeth then made there was up his neck, Sam began to suck on the lobe of Dean's ear. Finally Sam too, felt like he was about to cum, so he took Dean's cock in his hands, and pumped in unison with his thrust. Dean and Sam both moaned, as each grew closer to orgasm. Finally they both came, Dean shuddered due to the experience, Sam held him until the shuddering stopped. “Dean, You okay?” Sam asked, Dean nodded.
They got dressed, stealing gazes at each other, before Dean spoke. “ How was I?” He asked. He was worried he was bad, Sam laughed, before walking over and placing a kiss on Dean's forehead. “You were the best I ever had.” The both laughed, then Dean spoke again.
“Now who wants breakfast?”
Enjoy.